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A Sweet Nightmare

It was a pale eveningThe weary sun had gone restingPassing the baton over to the meek moonWhose benign brilliance, the night dampened soonSomewhere in the dark zoneWas a lady burdened to her bonesAlone in a solitary roomNo friend, no groomOnly memories of her past loomedThe bane of her contrived doomHer once haven of marital blissMetamorphosed into a living hellThey had met by coincidenceFell in love by providenceTheir marriage was a bed of rosesUntil the thorn of childlessness pricked inIt was their fourth yearA child she was...